Ramses had penetrated into Asia to bring the revolting tribes back to submission. During this particular battle, he became separated from his body guard and suddenly found himself facing 2,500 charioteers alone. His personal bravery on that occasion was splendid; his soldiers pressed on to him quickly, but his daring was seen by them and greatly admired. The poem of Pentuar was written to celebrate the king's courage in this crisis. PENTUAR'S POEM.[2] "Then the King stood forth, and, radiant with courage, He looked like the Sun-god armed and eager for battle. The noble steeds that bore him into the struggle-- 'Victory to Thebes' was the name of one, and the other Was called 'contented Nura'--were foaled in the stables Of him we call 'the elect,' 'the beloved of Amon,' 'Lord of truth,' the chosen vicar of Ra. Up sprang the king and threw himself on the foe, The swaying ranks of the contemptible Cheta. He stood alone--alone, and no man with him. As thus the king stood forth all eyes were upon him, And soon he was enmeshed by men and horses, And by the enemy's chariots, two thousand five hundred, The foe behind hemmed him in, and enclosed him. Dense the array of the contemptible Cheta, Dense the swarm of warriors out of Arad, Dense the Mysian host, the Pisidian legions. Every chariot carried three bold warriors, All his foes, and all allied like brothers. "'Not a prince is with me, not a captain, Not an archer, none to guide my horses! Fled the riders! fled my troops and horse-- By my side not one is now left standing.' 'Great father Amon, I have known thee well, And can the father thus forget his son? Have I in any deed forgotten Thee? Have I done aught without Thy high behest, Or moved or staid against Thy sovereign will? Great am I--mighty are the Egyptian kings-- But in the sight of Thy commanding might, Small as the chieftain of a wandering tribe. Immortal Lord, crush Thou this unclean people; Break Thou their necks, annihilate the heathen. And I--have I not brought Thee many victims, And filled Thy temple with the captive folk? And for Thy presence built a dwelling place That shall endure for countless years to come? Thy garners overflow with gifts from me.